Yuanshen: Liyuegang Storyteller, Walnut Tears

Just because of the damn Reindotter, he forcibly transformed it into a killing weapon full of poison.

Let Durin be in misfortune!

But——Reindort changed Du Lin's body, but he couldn't change Du Lin's heart.

"Uncomfortable, damn storyteller, made me cry again—"

"Storyteller, tell me the guest room where you stay at night, I want to visit - don't worry, I don't bring a knife or a bomb!"

"By the way, I have a question, is the deep red stone in the storyteller's story real?"

"Is there really such a magical stone on the icy snow mountain?"

"Five years ago, I went to the Dragon's Back Snow Mountain in Mond City. I did see the terrifyingly huge heart, and I also mined a lot of deep red stones. I didn't expect that these were all left by the black dragon Durin."

"Du Lin, thank you for your blessing, I have received—"

"Compared with us listeners, Barbatos, the god of the wind, and Twalin, the dragon of the east wind, should feel more uncomfortable."

The listeners in the audience began to discuss in low voices.

Lest their words be heard by Barbatos, the god of wind, and Tevarin, the dragon of the east wind.

but--

Whether it is Barbatos, the god of wind, or Twalin, the dragon of the east wind as an elemental creature.

The control of the wind has reached a superb level.

The words spoken by every audience member in the audience clearly reached Barbatos' ears.

only!

The expression on Barbatos' face was a little deep, and he didn't have time to pay attention to the audience.

But—on the cliff outside Wangshu Inn.

When Twalin heard the whole story and heard the voices of the audience talking, he suddenly collapsed.

At that time it stretched out its claws.

How exhilarating it was when he sliced ​​open the chest of the black dragon Durin with his sharp claws.

It opened its mouth wide.

How mighty it was when he bit off the black dragon Dulin's neck with his dragon teeth.

but--

Twarin never thought about it.

The Du Lin whose chest was thrown away by it and whose neck was bitten off turned out to be its elder brother.

Twarin broke down.

It flew into the sky and circled around the Wangshu Inn continuously, roaring.

Express your dissatisfaction.

Why is this happening?

They are obviously brothers, why do they have to fight?

With the explosion of Twarin's wind element power.

Inside and outside the entire Wangshu Inn, there was a strong wind that almost toppled the entire inn.

But the next moment!

A familiar harp sound resounded throughout the inn.

Let all the creatures who heard the music gradually calm down.

Everyone looked at Barbatos in the corner.

Sure enough it was him!

Barbatos held the harp in his arms, with tears in the corner of his eyes, and played the harp slowly.

and!

Barbatos said softly:

"Twarin, stop making trouble!"

"Although Du Lin died, he didn't really die—his soul will definitely be reincarnated in another world."

"In another world, it must be happy."

Although Li Mo has not said.

But Barbatos knew.

The reincarnation of the boy in the story has not stopped.

The so-called black dragon Du Lin is just one of the youth's countless reincarnations.

really!

After hearing the words of the wind god Barbatos, the east wind dragon Tevalin finally fell from the sky outside.

Like a good baby.

Crawling on the cliff outside the Wangshu Inn again, he seemed to be thinking about something.

In the corner of the inn.

Seeing that Barbatos was in tears, Zhong Li couldn't help but sighed and said:

"If the young Wendy lives, or the dragon Dulin lives—"

"I definitely don't want to see you cry like this."

"Besides—as you said, he didn't really die, but fell into reincarnation again."

"Also, for the black dragon Durin, entering reincarnation is not a bad thing."

Zhong Li's face remained unchanged, neither happy nor sad.

Start with the first story and hear the fourth.

Although Zhongli thinks these stories are very interesting, they are perfect consumables to pass the time.

but--

After thousands of years of wear and tear, Zhongli's heart has become as firm as a rock.

I want to move Zhongli and make Zhongli cry.

It is too difficult.

Hearing Zhongli's words of comfort.

Barbatos slowly lowered the harp, and gently wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.

Laughing through tears, complained:

"These stories have nothing to do with you, of course you can be hard-hearted—"

"When you appear in the storyteller's story, I want to see if you, an old man who has lived for thousands of years, can hold back your tears."

Until now.

The ruler of the Land of Rice Wife, Thunder God - General Raiden.

The ruler of the land of Mond, the wind god-Barbatos.

They have all appeared in the storyteller's story, and shed tears for the storyteller's story.

Among the three gods present.

Only Zhongli was left, who was not moved by the story.

Zhong Li heard this, smiled and said:

"In any teahouse in Liyue Port, my story is being told every day, and I am tired of hearing it."

"How could it be called crying."

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Chapter 48: Lottery draw, get the first wish

In the entire Tivat continent, Morax is a special existence.

He not only has the name of the god of rock, but also the god of wealth, the god of contract, the god of war, the god of history-many gods are added to him.

From the names of these gods.

With every name of god, we can get a glimpse of Zhongli's many contributions to Liyue.

and so.

Now even if the rock god Morax is "dead", the people of Liyue's reverence for the rock god has not weakened in the slightest.

Instead, rock gods are often commemorated in various ways.

For example, books——

For example, opera——

As long as it is a storytelling place, the story of the rock god-Morax will be the main story.

The same goes for singing.

Therefore.

Even if he is "dead", Zhongli can still rely on listening to the book, reviewing the glorious history he has experienced over and over again.

only.

Zhongli would find it boring if he heard too much of his own story.

Stop crying.